Logan (Filthy Rich Alphas)

Still, I had to tread carefully. Every second mattered. She was already hurt from Tyson. I had to make sure I took care of her as a friend too instead of just listening to my heart.

Meanwhile, my cock threatened to rip through my pants.

Calm down.

I walked over to her and did my best to keep my cock from getting harder, pushing unsexy images in my head—football, Calculus, a car speeding down an open road, and multi-colored balloons rising high into a summer sky. One by one, I played the images through my mind on an endless loop. Anything to keep my cock from punching a hole through my jeans.

Still, it was hard to be so close to her without tasting her lips. “You know that I feel the same way. Shit. Even Tyson wrote about it. Apparently, I didn’t do a good job of hiding my obsession.”

“Obsession?” She finished the last of her wine and placed the glass on the counter. “You’re overexaggerating.”

I was going to wait, but why? Say it now. What’s the worst that could happen?

I grabbed her chin and gently pulled her focus back to me. “I wanted you the first time I saw you. Tyson ran for you first. I punked out and let him. It was the worst mistake of my life. For the past months, I’ve been kicking myself for it. For the past months, I’ve been watching him kiss and hold you, and secretly hating him.”

Her breathing increased as her chest rose and fell.

“Sometimes...” I slipped my thumb along her plump bottom lip. “I think about kissing you, and it feels so real, and I swear your mouth is on mine. And when I touch my lips, your kiss isn’t there, and I hate life.”

“I’ve....” She widened her eyes. “I’ve thought about kissing you too.”

Anticipation rushed through me as I inhaled her scent. “It’s been a crazy day. I know you’ve already learned a lot, so we don’t have to talk about this right now, but...”

This intense look hit her eyes. “But what?”

“I want to explore something more with you.”

Mia licked her lips, and it drove me crazy. I’d been trying to stay relaxed, take my time, but instead, I pulled her closer into my arms and gazed at her.

She leaned against me.

With her in my arms, my cock was now pushing against my jeans and pressing against her. I whispered in her ear, “What was that about?”

“What?”

“Those lips. Why did you taste them?”

Another flush darkened those cheekbones and those sweet lips parted.

Fuck.

I had to have her.

I yearned for her.

I craved her.

When I spoke, I couldn’t even keep the hunger out of my voice.

“Tell me,” I begged.

“I’ve been drinking.” She gave me a nervous chuckle. “I shouldn’t be taken seriously right now.”

“Tell me.”

“I was just thinking that...” She pressed her soft, full breasts against mine. “I was just thinking that I’m glad I found the notebooks. I’m glad that Tyson cheated because now I can...”

“Damn it. Finish that sentence please. Stop teasing me.”

“I was thinking that because of all of this mess, now, I can finally...fuck you.”

My cock jerked against my zipper as her confession slipped through my mind. “Finally? Mia, all you had to do was ask.”

“I couldn’t. You were his friend.”

“Well, I damn sure am not his friend anymore.” My cock got harder as she pressed against me. She shivered, and I hoped it was in desire. Her curves enticed me. The scent of alcohol drifted from her lips and I wanted a taste.

I continued to hold her tight, relishing in this delicious, stolen moment with her body pressed softly against me and her heartbeat reverberating through me. My body came alive, motivated by the memory of July 4th when I’d held her close.

“Tyson fucked up.”

“He did,” she whispered back.

“I would’ve left you alone. I would’ve never tried...but he should’ve never disrespected you.”

“Fuck Tyson.”

“Yes, fuck Tyson.” I leaned down and kissed her.

How long had I imagined this moment? Hundreds—maybe, thousands—of times over the last months. The sweet scent of her skin. The heat of her in my arms. The taste of her tongue. The tantalizing pressure of her soft lips against mine.

Thousands of hours of fantasizing about Mia. Day after day, I’d drowned in those wild, perfect fantastical moments. But those daydreams had never come close to the reality of the moment I now experienced.

I kissed Mia, and all my walls broke down. A rush of hot desire ran through them, wild and cock-achingly delirious. My words were lost on our tongues. The tasting. The sucking. The teasing and slipping. She overloaded my senses.

Our mouths sensually battled.

Had her brother not been there, I would’ve lifted and carried her into the bedroom, caressing every inch of her. Licking and lapping. Every curve, every crevice.

“Mia.” I slipped my fingers to the back of her head, steadying her and claiming that mouth even more. “Damn you, Mia.”